i am posting these panels all as individual posts right
Wish the fight was still worth it but at this point I’m not even too sure what I’m fighting for. All I know is I’m tired, weak, and dangerously close to giving up.
what really scares me is that i’m average i’m not really good at anything or really beautiful i’m going to live an average life with an average job an average income and die an average death with an average funeral and nobody is going to remember me
Van Gogh thought that too
I keep switching from “wow I need to restrict and become super skinny and dainty” to “I need to eat clean and exercise more and be really fit” to “I can eat whatever the fuck I want, I’m supposed to be recovering after all” and it’s so exhausting.
I can’t stress enough how accurate this is
I’ve come to the realization that I would rather fuck than cut myself
that you wrecked me,
I am the only one who has the power to do that.
I loved you, and I ruined myself,
I wrecked myself,
I destroyed myself.
I was dying to
That I didn’t need
to try so hard to be perfect,
That i was enough
it was okay.
What have I done
~ Unknown (via ophaelia)
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